The cycle

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The Cycle

why is it that you tell me you love me,
when all you want from me is sex?
i know that i am a fool when you're here,
but one look from you makes me giddy.
you make me feel loved and hated at once,
wanted, used, loved, abused, desired...
these are the mixed emotions that i feel,
and i can't stop seeing you anymore.
i need you in my life like a drug,
one that only i can taste and have,
but i know that i'm not the only girl
you have in your seemingly perfect life,
and i don't know why i let this happen,
everytime that you walk away from me.
i set myself up for punishment
each and every damn time you come to me,
i welcome you with arms wide open,
and my promises fly out the window.
i hope that the last time will be the last,
that you will look at me and realize,
that you really do love me for me,
and "i love you" will have a meaning.
it never does though and never will,
i reach out to you but your gone,
already going to the other waiting girl,
and you make me hate you so much,
that it chokes the breath out of me,
you make me want to scream my heart out,
hurt you as much as you hurt me,
i swear once again to never take you back,
but we both know that will never happen,
ill hate you until you come back to me,
and then the cycle will begin anew.